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CHAPTER XIV—Continued —21— By • chance that rarely favors des perate measures, Denison sprawled from the flusl leajv across tbs bridge gap Into a fringe of sand and wil lows that overgrew the eastern bridge approach. Threading tha undergrowth on his trembling horse, Denison got away from the bridge as fast as he could; aomebody was still throwing rifle sings toward It; but once away from the danger point, he loet no time In making himself beard. Out on the old trail the steers, alarmed by the shoot ing, and worried secretly by the two Indiana, were milling, and McCrossen, shouting and cursing, was trying to bring order oot of the confusion. Denison, from the willows, called loudly, “Who's driving these cattle?" "The man that owns ’em," shouted McCrosaeu, riding out Into the open, fifty yards away. “Who the hell are you, hidin' In that brush? If you’re a man, show yourself." Denison pushed Into the open. "You’re driving this bunch, McCros sen?" “I am. What do yon want, Deni son?" he demanded angrily. “I want these steers, McCrossen. And I want you." “These steers belong to me for wages, an* I’ve got twice as many back there yet Now I’ve got Just one word for you, Denison: Get out of my way an’ keep out of my way." “If you've got any rights In these cattle, turn ’em back to the Meadows and lay your claim for wages before the Stockmen’s Claims Board," retort ed Denison. "What the hell’s all this to you? Do you claim ’em?" demanded McCrossen savagely. “I don’t claim a hoof, but I want to talk with yon, McCrossen, before you Jump to the Panhandle" "What about?” "About who fired my ranch house and about Henry Sawdy." "Tryln* .to pick a quarrel with me, eh, Denison? Well, you neednt try very bard. I don’t like yon, Denison. I never did. I never had any use for you. Now will you pull off these bums that are millin’ my steers?" “Will you head 'em back for the Meadows and talk to me?" “No!" "No r The two refusals were fast But while the second was being uttered, Rebstock cried, "Crowd him, Dave I" and fired at Denison. The next Instant three horsemen were plunging at one another on rear ing horses aad throwing their shots at one another In a very nncertaln light. Retreat was out of the thinking. Denison, caught between the two men, was forced to divide bis fire. With a blow stinging his left arm, he Jumped bis horse past the two, whirled, and came back outside, with McCroa sen shooting at him fast. The maneu ver of Denison’s put McCroa >n Into Rebstock's line of fire. But hardly had Denison whirled when he felt a sickening blow In the stomach from McCrossen’a gun, hard ly ten yards away. He had been crouching on his horse's back and was already stirrup-loose. He slid off and rolled like s cat toward the brush. Rebstock saw the trick but, forgetting that a wounded man Is the most dan gerous man, he yelled and spurred straight at him. « ' The horse refused the smell of blood. He shied. Rebstock spurred him. As the horse reared, the feeble light of the moon struck, for an Instant, Rebstock’s features. In that Instant Denison fired point-blank at him. The blow was terrible. Rebstock's arms Jerked high, and his gun flew Into the air. He sprang convulsively upward, toppled and, as bis frightened horse whirled, lurched from the sad dle to the ground. He never spoke again. Fully expecting that McCrossen would ride In to finish him, Denison flipped open the loading gate of his gun Instinctively, ani* '''inched out the empty shells. His head In a whirl, expecting that any instant McCrossen would be on him, Denison tried to reload. Just as he got the cartridge Into his revolver, he caught the sound of a horse's hoofs and then heard Bob Scott calling. “Here, Bob," exclaimed Denison from the brush. “Look out for Mc Crossen.’’ Scott slipped off his horse “Mc Crossen won’t bother for a while. Are you hit. Bill?” “I stopped a couple of slugs some how. What about McCrossen?” he asked Irritably. “He’s lyin’ over by the bridge. He wants to talk to you, BUI." "Twist a tourniquet around this arm before I try It, Bob. Don’t trust Mc Crossen. Have you got his guns? He’d like nothing better than another crack at me,’’ muttered Denison, staggering, with Scott’s help, to his feet. “McCrossen’s stripped clean," de clared ScotL "He’s dyln’. That’s the plain truth. Can't yon make up your mind to see what he wants?" “Go ahead. But give me my gun and watch out," muttered Denison. In the light of the moon, McCrossen, propped up bv frying Pan, reclined against the trunk of a half-grown tree. Hla eyes wefo closed. “Here’s Bill, Dave," Scott spoke low and gently. “Yon said yon wanted to apeak to him." "Yea, Dave?" said Denison, halt- taglj. "I'm done, BUL* "Dave," exclaimed Denison, Tm sorry It had to sad this way." "I talked pretty roogh tonight," said McCrossen, brokenly, spitting the blood oat of his throat "That’s all right, Dave." "Didn’t really mean It all You’ve always shot square, Blfl. If some folks I’ve trained with had done that way, I mightn’t be here tonight Bill, a favor—" "Go on, Dave." "I’ve got an old-maid slater back Bast She’s all I've got I’d hate her to know this come, rustlin', Bill." "It’ll never be said, Dave." "Let it be a stralght-ont fight, BUI— you know." "I know, Dave; I know. What's her address?" “In my trank, BUI," murmured Mc Crossen thickly. "Promise?" "I promise." "Give me—your hand.’* Pardaloe was the first to reach Gun- lock on the way home shortly before "I Know, Dave; I Know. What's Her Address?" daylight He rode In on hla way to town to get hold of Dr. Carpy for Den ison, whose condition worried him. Fortunately the surgeon was al ready at Gunlock, whither he bad been summoned to care for Sawdy. With Sawdy’a flesh wound already bandaged, Carpy sat In the living room, drinking a pot of coffee supplied by Jane. He was enjoying In leisurely fashion hla third or fourth cup of steaming stimulant when the sound of hoofs was heard. In a moment a resounding rap came at the door. Jane started. In terrified appeal, she looked at the doctor. Carpy responded by calmly wiping hla Ups. “Who's there?” he demanded curtly. "Bill Pardaloe!” came the response. Carpy flung the door open. Jane ran out of the bedroom. "Oh. Mr. Pardaloe!” she cried. “Where Is Bill? Where Is her “He’s oo his way back to the hos pital." “Is he hurt? Is he wounded? Tell me!” cried the frantic girl. “Why, no. yea — that Is, he was aimin' to get back to the hospital be fore Doc found out he was gone," par ried the veteran awkwardly. Carpy Intervened sternly: “Where la be now? Talk, BUI!" “Ain't I talkin'? He's on the way here with Bob ScotL" “Then he’s not bartr cried Jane. "Why, no, yee—a little, maybe," stammered Pardaloe. P7. etUl you from?" "Was there a fight?" "There was a little brush. Doc." "Was Denison woundedr "Why—I guess he was pinked. Doe, yea." “Where was he hltr demanded Carpy. “Is the forearm. Doc. We got a tour niquet on that—he got another la the stomach." Carpy felt the force of the dlacV*- ure. “Is he bleeding at the mouth?" be thundered. "Why, no, Doc. But he claim* he’s all In." "Well bring him out. If that’s alL Who was In the fight? Talk fasti** “Dave McCrossen and Barney—with BUL" “Where are McCrossen and Reb stock?’* "Right where they were when John Fryln' Pan left me. He was on his way to the Reservation to hunt up a couple of bucks to bury ’em and bring in the cattle." said Pardaloe in mat ter-of-fact fashion. “Sit down here, B11L Jane," direct ed the doctor, “get the boy a pot of coffee." “And boll plenty of dean water on the stove." "Yes, doctor. BUI la going to stop here oa the way In, isn’t he, Mr. Pard aloe?” aaked Jane, tremulously. Pardaloe nodded. "Ought to show up after whUe. They’re ridln* kind of alow." Jane ran to the kitchen. She roused Quong to heat the water and came back with supplies. "No," continued Pardaloe, deep In a sancer of hot coffee, “I didn’t see It I was over on the west side of the creek—It’s bad crossin’ there. I don’t know how BiU came np. They never could-a got him across down there. We cat over the reservation and plugged for Gunlock—" He pricked np bis ears and Interrupted himself. “Shucks! That sounds like somebody now I" Jane listened eagerly. "I can't hear anyone,” she said. "Yon will in a minute. There they are again." Jane ran for the door. “Hold on a minute. Missy,” exclaimed Pardaloe. "Let's make sure who It la." He opened the door himself, stepped qnlckly outside, and shat It behind him. Within a very few minutes, ages to Jane, she heard the stamping of borsea. Pardaloe flung the door open and called fer Carpy. Jane hurried oat with him. Drooping low, Denison, iron-willed, had stuck to the end of the gruelling ride. Scott told how they had followed np the east bank of the creek—he himself on Rebstock’s horse; how by great good fortune they had found a flask of whisky in Rebstock’s saddle bag, and that this had helped revive the wounded man when they halted to “apeU” him; and how they had crossed Deep Creek at a reservation ford not far below Gunlock ranch. Carpy and Pardaloe Ufted Denison down from the horse. Jane supported hla heaC and stooped to caress him and murmur low words. They, laid him oa her bed. While Carpy tore open Denison’s clothing and made a hasty examina tion. buckets of hot water were brought In. The surgeon, with wearied back, presently straightened up. “Jane,” he said solemnly, “you're a lucky glrL The bullet that meant death for your boy struck his belt buckle and tore around bis side. Look here. This was all I was afraid of, this stomach wound. I didn’t think ao much about BUL here. But, Jane, I didn’t want you fixing for a- funeral when you ought to be fixing for a wedding 1 We’ll get him back to the hospital In a few days.” “Oh, no, Doctor," exclaimed Jane unsteadily, but with cold decision. "Why, what do you mean, girl?" "I mean he’s at Gunlock to stay. He’s never going to leave It!" (THB END) THE GARDEN MDRDER CASE^H -4 r £ z Don't Miss This New PHILO VANCE SEOIAL Z Starting in Our Next Issue / / HI HP HE modern woman who sews ■L is really an enviable person. 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